Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Seven-year bitch

Dusty, neglected, cobwebby...and for once, I'm not talking about my vagina. Gimme time, I'll get there.

It was seven years ago that I set up shop at this address in Blogsylvania. I used to mow the lawn, water the plants, pick up the dog shit in the yard. Well, I've let the place go to hell, haven't I? Sorry about that; I doubt you'll get all of it out of your shoe tread.

I'm not going away, either. I'm content to be the eyesore in the neighborhood. Speaking of which, keep your sore eyes peeled for a new photo essay coming your way SOONER THAN YOU THINK.